Beach Buoy and Another Dog walked to the beach.
It was very cold.
The van's windscreen was frozen.
He couldn't be bothered to scrape it.
So on foot and paw it was.
The Beachcombing Border Collie Couple were heading home.
On The Esplanade, a lady stood to take a photograph.
It was one of the many Starlings that had gathered on the site of the old putting green.
They all took flight.
A fair number landed on top of the Bus Station Clock Tower.
They looked a little like a badly fitting wig, after all, each side of the clock tower has a face too.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog reached the beach at 8-24 a.m.
There was a pink sky to the north.
A Crack of gold edged a low lying cloud to the south.
Team one black ear were heading back home.
They stopped to chat before heading off on their separate ways.
Gulls bobbed about like hook-a-ducks at a funfair, as waves broke then receded.
They looked as though they were actually enjoying it.
The first hint of the wreck came and went, just fingertips as the sea ran then pulled back over fair distances thanks to the sea's temper.
The lady who walks the full length of the beach headed back northwards.
The sea was so angry that the height of the waves hid the horizon.
The Sun rose above the low cloud that had topped the hills.
Beach Buoy and Another Dog continued south towards Stubborn Dog Stack.
A lady with a very tall hood headed from Sun to Village.
The sea was wild, the day calm.
They walked the low level route to the stack.
The surface of the soft sand had a touch of a frozen surface, slightly harder than the softer sand below.
"Morning Mate."
It was 8-54.
Beach Buoy added some stones.
He patted
THE
stone.
He sat on the frozen double driftwood planks.
From the height of the stack, Beach Buoy could see the horizon.
A man walked the beach below with a small dog a coffee and a cigarette.
A tiny ball of a Wren with a tick for a tail hopped from dune bush to dune bush.
It made Beach Buoy's day.
He had stood up to watch the Wren's progress.
He could see someone walking the "easy" route to wards the stack.
Time to go.
"See you mate."
They slid down to the beach below.
They returned to the north.
The coffee, cigarette and small dog man was already ahead on their return journey.
The Sun was bright.
Beach Buoy's and Another Dog's sunshine shadows stretched ahead. So much so that if the arcades were open, they would most probably be on the slot machines as they waited for Beach Buoy and Another Dog to arrive.
A man with a long stick and a normal sized Labrador headed south.
Up ahead, Beach Buoy could see that someone was stood looking at the freshly exposed wreck.
It was clear that the tide was going out.
Of course Beach Buoy had to and check the wreck.
The wreck today.
BEACH BUOY.
